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liannyeong · 4 months

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Polar opposites

Summary: Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

Word count: 1446

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst, minor violence

A/N: It's been a long time ~ I was clearing out my drafts when I stumbled upon this. This was written in 2018, and reading it again made me go "Oh? This doesn't seem like a bad writeup?" Heh.

Jaebum thought that their love would overcome all obstacles, just like in romance movies and novels where the couple would fight and then, make up afterwards. He thought they would live happily ever after as long as they are together. That their love could stand the test of time. That their love was such a strong force that anything was possible. But this was reality, not those made-up published fantasies of a romanticist's mind.

They were cosmic stars clashing which perfectly described their first encounter. They collided as she rushed for class while he skipped it. Papers scattered everywhere and profanities escaped his lips. She scrambled for her papers while he for his cigarettes. As soon as he collected his things, his fists were clenched and ready to land a punch on his victim's face, but she had already disappeared into the corridor. And that was the first time someone ever managed to escape the wrath of the famous delinquent, Im Jaebum.

He spent his days searching for the rude girl. In Jaebum's defense, she did not utter a word of apology for bumping into him and almost getting him in trouble. When he finally got her, she had been extremely clueless about him and that bumping incident. She blinked up at him with innocent and clueless eyes that Jaebum could not even argue anymore. Nevertheless, Jaebum found her as a new target, bullied her to no end. However, she never cared about his antics and ignored his existence. She never feared him as all the other students did. But that one time when Jaebum went too far and shoved her down the corridor, she had this flame in her eyes when she met his. For the first time, Jaebum felt scared for his own life. Nothing happened though, but she started to retaliate. She got on his nerves, but funnily enough, she always managed to get away with it.

Amidst all the animosity, there was a change of heart. It wasn't a gradual evolution of emotion. Rather, it was something that was sparked on a snap. Jaebum had wandered into the field to taunt her. But a baseball was flying towards him unbeknownst to him.

"Look out!" he had heard someone cried out before there was a whoosh sound right in front of him.

As if time stood still, he could see clearly how each strand of her hair fluttered in the wind, how her hand was outstretched right in front of his face, how the ball slammed onto her glove.

It was stupid, Jaebum thought, to feel his heart skip a beat at such incident. But it happened and Jaebum thought she caught his heart along with the ball.

Afterwards, Jaebum became a blushing fool whenever he saw her. He still disturbed her, but no longer as extreme as before. He didn't know how or when he actually mustered courage to confess but the next thing he knew, they were a couple.

Nevertheless, couple or not, they were still two very different individuals. He still preferred streetwear -- leather jackets and dyed hair -- while she preferred smart casual. She was the epitome of a successful woman: smartly dressed, with an aura of confidence. He was violent and aggressive while she was calm and collective. He was fire while she was water. His foul temper always ruined the surroundings but never her. He ruined, she fixed. He was destructive, she was constructive. He explodes, she implodes.

Because of their contrasting personalities, their love was like hot coal. It was scalding to be held, but it spread warmth to the hearts.

Nobody understood why they were together in the first place. Their closest friends always had to deal with them barging into their place with tear-stained faces or fury. None of them understood how they manage to get married and settled down together despite the endless arguments. They were not the happiest couple. They never were. Never had anyone see them smile to each other. No one understood their love.

Except them.

"We'll be fine. We'll always be," her words rang in his ears. He scoffed. Who was she to say that? Indeed, he loved her so much. But she was not him. She could not understand the pain inside. He curled himself up on his bed, letting himself be consumed by sadness and guilt. He screwed up big this time. He had it all, but his pride just had to ruin it. Tears dripped onto the bed sheets that her scent still lingered on.

His endearment for her was too overwhelming. A month had past since the incident occurred and he missed her so bad. Jaebum hoped, every second, that she would show up on the doorstep of the apartment (he no longer called it home) with her bags. But time past by and she did not come. He laughed at the wee hours of every night. He thought to himself. He deserved it. He was a jerk who ruined everything and was a screwed up person himself. He got himself drunk with the little remnants of her in the house, in his mind. He played their memories over and over - her sloppy kisses in the morning and night, her sweet voice that was his favourite song, her soft touches on his skin. Every single little detail of her was etched deeply into his memory and onto his skin.

Every night, he roamed around the streets alone. As he drowned himself in the memories, he always ended up in the neighbourhood of his in-laws. He stood at the pavement, staring at the 9th floor of the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he loved. He stood for god knows how long, not tearing his eyes away from the windows. But she never looked out of the window.

It became a habit for him to come around everyday. He was too much of a coward to knock on the door. He was too afraid to face her. He knew he was in the wrong, but he never knew why he was not brave enough to face her. He wanted her back so bad, but his body just would not move a step closer to her. She was there: she was within reach, but he just could not take the step. He missed how her silky hair would easily let his fingers card through. He missed how his hands were so much bigger than her face. He missed how perfectly fitted she was in his embrace.

Then he saw her.

He could easily identify her even if she was drowned in the crowd, even in the darkest of the night. She wore the hoodie he recognized so well: her favourite (and his too), a present from him. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and she strolled down the streets, her back facing him. She was all alone, and very easily he could have approached her. But he did not. He followed as she entered the convenience store. She smiled at the cashier as she paid and he died a little inside. He yearned for that blinding smile to be directed at him again. He yearned to see the skin around her eyes to crinkle and her lids to be turned to crescents upclose again. He yearned for her so much. But he could do nothing, only to love her from afar.

The famous Im Jaebum, who never fled from a fight, was in fact, a coward.

So Jaebum came home, all drunken in his own misery and agony. What started as soft sobs escalated into fury. He threw a fit. He smashed the vases, the glass furnitures. He broke all the photos they smiled happily in. He punched holes into the walls. His skin tore and his blood dripped onto the hardwood floor. His head hung low and he rested his palm against the wall for balance, before he leaned his back against the wall. He let himself slid down in agony as he cried. He did not know what was more painful: his torn skin and dripped blood or her absence. Perhaps it was both.

Or perhaps it was the wrath he incurred himself for being destructive.

Everybody knew how bad his temper was. Him throwing a fit would mean the destruction of the world. He would break everything and anything he saw.

Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

The only one who braved the flames of fury was the one he vowed he would never hurt.

But he broke it.

So she left and he knew he deserved it.

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zushimart · 10 months

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If scara was wearing modern clothing what kind would he wear? Because I saw someone talk about him wearing emo streetwear, but his attire has always been very elegant so idk if he would. I was thinking like dark academia, but idk if he'd do that either.. so I need to ask a more delusional scara fan

this is rhe one thing that i literally dont know in my heart. ive even complained 2 my friends ab it . i love mall goth scara, i love emo scara. i can See him getting piercings but i can also see him Not getting piercings. same with tattoos. i can see him being punk but not self identifying. i really like thinking of him in cybercore/futurist outfits since he’s like robot adjacent.. or maybe he wears the same fucking thing every single day like how mark zuckerberg wears those like special order hundred dollar grey t shirts. LMFAOO. what i think that MEANSSS is that he might not like subscribing to specific aesthetics or trends, like he’d be a maximalist when everyone’s minimalist and vice versa. i do see him leaning twds “dressy” items like even if he’s emo… he’s got the vest On. if he’s prep, he’s got the cashmere cardigan On. Fashion glasses, Turtlenecks, ties, dress shirts, etc. anything that touches “professional”. I JUST UGHHH like if you look at him, you can tell he wants to look nice, but NOT like he tried too hard. unless he’s punk, i guess. but anyway, this is usually what i imagine him in:

#More delusional scara fan is crazy #like simple but like with a few accessories but he thinks about it for like hours i domt know #actially dont fucking ask me cuz idfk #thought #LMFOAOO

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official-wonho · 2 years

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[INTERVIEW] Wonho's Duality Goes Deeper Than You Think

The artist discusses personal style, fashion trends, and skin care routines with Teen Vogue to celebrate Facade.

Going from wearing pastel knits with denim jorts to a studded leather jacket with lace-up pants is just an average week for Wonho. Often mixing bright playful looks and sleek edgy ensembles, the singer’s sense of style may seem like an enigma to fans, but it's just part of his duality.

"To be honest, none of the stage concepts or outfits really align with my own personal style. It's like a different style for my stage presence,” Wonho tells Teen Vogue through an interpreter.

As we chat over a late night — or early morning, depending on the time zone — Zoom call, Wonho describes his style in two parts, as an idol and as an individual. The performer is in the midst of promoting his latest EP, Facade, and everything, from this call to the title track “CRAZY,” is quintessentially Wonho. As we speak, he sports a black t-shirt and a blue baseball cap, showing the laid-back personal style he describes. This look is a bit more simple than those featured in his latest music video, where he wears baggy Balenciaga streetwear, a bedazzled blazer, and a puffer jacket with pastel swirls for a dose of dopamine dressing.

“With the new album coming out, I try to show new sides, like new styles, new makeup, new outfits, and stuff, to show [more] diverse and colorful sides of me,” he explains. This has been a motif throughout his music career as fans saw him jump from classic styles with trendy elements in “Lose” to glittery varsity gear in “BLUE.”

Given his ever-changing style, it’s only natural that Wonho dares to take some risks and they seem to have paid off. He has become popular among K-pop fans for his unique and fashion-forward attires. Crop tops, Western-inspired styles, cut-outs, metallic detailing, and sheer fabrics are just some of the latest trends that he’s already put his own spin on, well before they went viral.

“When I’m choosing my new style, even if someone has actually tried that style before me, if I think that it's very trendy or if it goes along with my music and stuff, I would actually do it myself as well. So even if it's a thing right now, I would do it," Wonho says. “But apart from that, I would also think of styles that only I can pull off. So, it could be like a fresh look for my fans.”

The picks might seem arbitrary to the untrained eye, but there’s a consistency to these looks. “When I’m on the stage, I try to show a more powerful, more fierce side of me,” Wonho explains.

Read full interview on teenvogue.com

#wonho #220616 #t: interview #teen vogue #era: facade

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ktwritesstuff · 2 years

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Safe with You (a Spider-Man oneshot)

Title: Safe with You Fandom: Spider-Man films Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Spider-Man x femme reader Word Count: ~5,000 Summary: Spider-Man sneaks into your apartment to teach you a lesson. Notes: The “You” character is intended to be a plus-size woman, but the physical descriptions are fairly non-specific. Likewise, I think this will work for any of the Spider-Mans, but I am particularly partial to the renaissance of Andrew!Peter. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl Content warning under the cut.

Tropes & Content Warning: dirty talk, dom/sub, dubcon, oral, p-in-v, roleplay, spanking, toys

Int. New York City. Night.

It was close to 11 in the evening and your building was mostly quiet. It was one of the benefits of living in an apartment building populated mostly by seniors–your neighbors tended to take their hearing aids out and call it a night after the evening news. You were just about ready to turn in yourself, curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea, snuggling your tortoiseshell cat, Matilda, struggling to stay focused on the next page of your book.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table and you smiled at the text that illuminated the lock screen. Tilly sprang to attention, stretching her back as you reached for the phone, firing back a quick thumbs up emoji before rising from the couch to place the phone in the charging dock on the counter.

“Time for bed,” you announced, pacing down the hall.

You paused in your bedroom doorway. The window was open and the curtains moved in the breeze; you almost certainly remembered closing it earlier in the evening. You crossed the room, shutting the window and drawing the curtains closed. In your peripheral vision, you noticed an unusual shadow in the corner.

You turned to look and in one impossibly quick motion, the shadow took the shape of a person–a man–pinning you against the wall, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh. Don’t scream,” he warned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

In the dim light, the blackness of his figure took on hues of red and blue. Two large silvery eyes glinted in the streetlight peeking through the curtains. A face–a mask–you recognized.

“You’re okay,” he said. “Don’t be scared.”

Your heart was pounding, but you nodded. He let his hand drop from your mouth.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you said. “I’ve seen you on TV. What are you doing in my bedroom?”

He looked down, chuckled. His hands slid from your shoulders down your bare arms. He looked back up.

“Who hasn’t been in your bedroom?”

“I beg your pardon?” you snapped. You tried to pull away but he held you by the elbows, his grip impossibly strong.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers. “Getting your coffee, going to work, meeting your friends for brunch at that little place on West Broadway.”

He moved toward you, pressing his body against yours. Your mouth was dry. A bead of sweat rolled down the length of your spine.

“I see you prancing around in your cute little dresses with your hair and makeup all done. You want people to look at you, don’t you? You’re just gagging for someone to follow you home.”

You jumped as he slammed his hand into the wall beside your head.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

So yes, you occasionally enjoyed wearing black lipstick and lingerie as streetwear, but this was New York. You could prance around Williamsburg in your birthday suit and it would still be the least interesting thing most people saw all day.

“That’s okay,” Spider-Man said, his tone softening. “Because I’ve been following you. Looking after you. You just wear your heart on your sleeve–even 20 stories up I can see it.”

You struggled to wrap your mind around the scenario as adrenaline flooded your body. Spider-Man was watching you—stalking you. He had broken into your apartment because…you wore skimpy clothes, you liked to flirt, he was worried about you? It might have been sweet if it weren’t so completely fucking crazy.

The bedroom door creaked open with a soft meow.

“Shit.”

Tilly padded across the room without a care in the world and began weaving in and out between Spider-Man’s feet, purring loudly.

“Hey, kitty,” he said, crouching down to pet her. “Aren’t you a pretty girl? I just have to borrow your mom for a little bit.” He picked her up gently and walked her to the doorway to set her down in the hall.

“Then you can have her right back, I promise.” He closed the bedroom door and turned his attention back to you. “Cute cat.”

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers.” You stared back at him, transfixed.

“Oh I’m not a stranger,” he deadpanned, leaning casually on the door jamb. “I’m Spider-Man.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my apartment.” A statement, not a question.

“I like to keep an eye on the place. Make sure everything is secure,” he said, the sweetness in his voice dissolving as he spoke. He moved toward you, towering over you, pushing you against the wall. “I’m trying to keep you safe. Which would be a lot easier if you weren’t such a stupid little slut.”

You made a soft, strangled sound in the back of your throat. Your body was shaking from nerves or something else entirely. You knew he was strong. He could hurt you if he wanted; if you let him.

“It’s okay,” he said, taking your hands, holding them between his. “I’m always going to keep you safe. You should be grateful.”

“I am,” you stuttered, placating. “Grateful. Really, truly grateful.”

He let go of your hands. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You know,” he said, sounding strained. You thought maybe he was touching himself, but you didn’t want to look. Not yet. “I don’t think I believe you. Maybe you should show me.”

He took your hand, guiding it between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, already half-hard, making you stroke his length until he was fully erect.

“That’s more like it.” He took your face in his hand, guiding your gaze up to his face. “Do you know how many guys I’ve had to beat the shit out of for looking at you sideways? And you can’t even lock your fucking window? I mean why bother when you’re just walking them in the front door.”

He moved his hand just under your jaw, applying gentle pressure to the sides of your neck with his fingers. Your legs felt like jello. The complete loss of control was frightening and exciting. The room was spinning and you gripped him harder just to remind yourself of where you were in space.

“You’re so big and strong,” you stammered. “I’m just so thankful to have you looking after me. Keeping me safe.”

Spider-Man grabbed your breast through the stretchy fabric of your nightgown, pinching the nipple to hardness. Still stroking his cock, you wrapped the fingers of your other hand around his wrist, guiding his left hand from your throat to your other breast.

“You like that?” he said.

You nodded, panting out a yes as he palmed both breasts with his large hands. You bit your lower lip in concentration, massaging his cock, running your thumb up the shaft.

“I like it, too,” he said. “Soft. Warm. Heavy.”

He squeezed your breasts, pressing into you, lifting them off the crest of your belly out from under the neckline of your nightgown to pinch and pull the sensitive nipples. A knot of pleasure and panic was tightening in your core. You let your head fall back against the wall with a soft moan.

Spider-Man laughed.

“Your body loves this. Think I can get you off just by playing with your tits?”

“I don’t know,” you panted, lifting a hand to his shoulder to steady yourself. “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” he repeated. He brought one hand to your face, putting his thumb in your open mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, sucking instinctively. The fabric felt like vinyl and tasted sour, but you didn’t care.

“Atta girl,” he said proudly. “Get on your knees.”

You sank down, grasping his thighs to support yourself as your knees practically buckled at the order. Your head was swimming as you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock one more time before lapping at the tip and taking him into your mouth. He held your head–not forcing it, but firm.

“Look at me,” he said.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his gaze–or what you thought was his gaze behind the mask–as you wrapped your lips around him. You held the base of his cock with one hand, hollowing your cheeks as your lips slid up and down the shaft.

“That’s my good girl.” He ran his fingers through your hair, holding you tight.

You moved slowly, working your tongue around his girth, flicking the band of tissue on the underside of the shaft with the tip of your tongue.

“Feels so fucking good.” He braced himself against the wall with one hand. “Wish you could see how pretty you look down there, choking on my cock.”

You moaned around him, stroking your hands down his thighs, scratching at the dense fabrics of his suit with your manicured nails. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel the muscles in his legs flex and you knew he had to be close. You’d make him come in your mouth and it would all be over.

Just when you thought you’d be in bed before midnight, he pulled you off of him with a pop. You whimpered as he dragged you to your feet.

“Not done with you yet.” He threw you face down onto the bed, hard enough that you caught air on the bounce.

As he ripped your panties down you tried to scramble away, but he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed. You could feel his erection pressing against the small of your back.

“I wanted to do this easy,” he said, grinding his hips into you. “We could have made sweet, gentle love tonight, but no. You had to have it rough.”

He shifted his weight over you, releasing your right wrist to slide his hand under your belly, drawing you up onto all fours.

You gasped as he slipped two fingers into your sopping pussy, curling them upwards, probing deeper without meeting the slightest resistance.

“You are so fucking wet for me right now,” he said, almost laughing. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed circles on your back. “If that’s how hot you get sucking my dick, I can’t wait to see what happens when I fuck that sweet little pussy.”

You panted–desperate for air–as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass and pulled your hair. Your back arched, dropping your belly toward the bed, aching, needy.

“What do we have here? Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed,” he said.

A strand of webbing shot across the room. Spider-Man yanked a framed picture off your desk, catching it in mid-flight to hold in front of your face.

“Is that him? Is that your boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” you stammered, just barely managing to focus on the frame.

“What a nerd.” Spider-Man tossed the frame onto your dresser and grabbed a fistful of your hair. “I bet he doesn’t touch you like this. Does he know what a filthy little minx you are?”

He pressed his face close to your ear.

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

He ran a hand down your body to grip your ass.

“Bad girls need to be punished. You want to be punished, don’t you?”

He pressed his face into the back of your neck and moved his hands under you, pawing at your breasts, the softness of your belly, the pad of your mons. You moaned, grinding your ass back against his crotch.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured against your throat. “Now what do you think I should do with you?”

“Spank me,” you whispered, tentative, unsure.

“What was that?” He dug his fingers into the delicate flesh of your thigh.

“Spank me, Spider-Man,” you gasped.

“That’s what I thought you said.” He sat back, slowly running his hands down your body.

“Remember I don’t want to do this. But dirty little cock-sucking sluts need to be punished.”

A shudder ran down your spine as you braced yourself for the pain. The first strike landed with a jolt. Your elbows buckled under you and you scrambled to bury your face in your pillow to muffle your cry. Involuntary tears sprung to your eyes as the hot sting bloomed across your ass with each slap. On the third or fourth sharp blow his hand made contact with your vulva and you shrieked, loud enough that even your downy pillow didn’t have a chance at muffling the sound. You collapsed on the bed, panting.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Spider-Man pressed his hand over your mouth. He lowered himself onto the bed beside you and stroked your hair. “It’s okay. It’s okay, but you can’t make that kind of noise. You want to keep playing, don’t you?”

He wiped a fat tear from your cheek and you nodded, sniffing. He ran his fingers through the velvety wetness of your swollen labia, his fingers slipping easily inside you.

“That’s my dreamy, creamy girl. You liked that, didn’t you? You want this,” he said, a low husky whisper. “I need an answer, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you breathed. What else could you say? Your body had already given its answer; how could you deny it?

He sat up and opened the drawer of your nightstand. “I know you’ve got condoms in here.”

He pulled the whole drawer out of the nightstand and dumped its contents onto the bed beside you. Much of it was mundane: Tylenol, tissues, an extra phone charger. Plus condoms, lube, and your not insignificant collection of toys ranging from your first-ever magic bullet, a glass wand, plugs and dildos in an assortment of shapes and sizes, and a few more powerful vibrators.

“Shit, girl, you a freak.”

He picked up a tear-drop shaped plug with a chunk of polished rose quartz set in the flared base and held it in front of your face.

“That’s nice,” he said. “Never seen one like this before. You wanna give it a go?”

You whimpered. The thought of Spider-Man spreading open your tight pucker, stuffing you, plugging you while he fucked you from behind made your whole body shake.

“Maybe another time,” he tossed it onto the floor. “You choose.”

He swung one leg over you and twisted your left arm behind your back. He fanned the toys out next to your face, making sure you could see each one.

“I’m a nice guy,” he said. “I want you to enjoy yourself. You show me which one’s your favorite.”

Your face felt hot and flushed. A wave of exhilaration washed over you–the prospect of being laid bare. Disregarding your self-interest, your dignity just for a moment of pleasure. You slid your free hand across the bed, wrapping your fingers around the pink and gold Sona.

“That’s the one,” he said, taking it from your hand and turning it over to find the power button, evidently confused by the design. “Looks like Birdo–you ever play Super Mario?”

You shook your head, incredulous.

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess. I like video games. I just got a Nintendo Switch. I could let you borrow it some time. I bet you’d really like Animal Crossing–”

The vibrator whirred to life, surprisingly loud.

“Player 3 has entered the game.”

He reached between your legs, pressing the tip of the vibrator just over the hood of your clit.

The strong vibrations pulsed through the whole structure of your clitoris, like electricity sparking and unfolding from the deepest part of your belly. You buried your face in your pillow as the sensation built and built. Your toes curled. The hammock of muscle supporting your pelvis clenched hard–once, twice, maybe more–you lost count as the sensation peaked and you went limp with a long exhale.

Spider-Man withdrew his hand, sitting back on his heels. “Was that it?”

You nodded, humming sheepishly.

“Well that was quick,” he observed. “Do we keep going?”

The orgasm had washed over you hard and fast, turning your brain to mush as fresh blood rushed to your vulva, leaving the soft folds hot and swollen and desperate. You nodded again, murmuring something acquiescent.

“Okay,” he said. “Get that ass back up for me.”

Spider-Man lifted your hips up off the bed, but the moment he let go, your knees slid out from under you and you crumpled back onto the bed. He tried once more, but your legs refused to support you.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Give me a second. I got you, girl.”

He grabbed your densest pillow and slid it under your chest to lift your upper body and wrapped both arms around your midsection. You heard the thwip thwip of the web shooters as the long strands of web made contact with the ceiling.

You thought he would tie them off under you to create a sling, but instead he stamped the sticky ends of the webs onto the apron of your belly, lifting the weight up and away from your pelvis. It was a strange sensation but not uncomfortable, the lift supported across a large enough section of your belly that nothing pinched or dug into your skin while still taking the weight off your knees.

“How’s that?” Spider-Man asked, placing his hands on your hips to rock you from side to side.

He slid one hand through the crevice of your ass. His thumb pressed against your anus as he slipped his fingers inside you. Stretching you, massaging you from the inside as he swung you in small, lazy circles.

“Looks like it’ll hold,” he said. “Let’s put it to the test.”

He grabbed a condom off the bed and swept the rest of your things onto the floor.

“Don’t look at me,” he instructed, turning your head so that your gaze was facing the mattress. “Keep your head down.”

You guessed he pulled the mask off, at least part way, because you heard the condom wrapper tear while he still had his fingers inside you, so he must have torn it open with his teeth.

“Stay right there,” he warned, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Your body trembled in anticipation as he pressed the head of his thick cock against your entrance. You whined, trying to grind back into him, needing him inside you, harder, deeper, more. A hand came down on your already tender ass cheek not as hard as before, but enough to make you yelp.

“I said hold still,” Spider-Man warned, holding your hips firmly in place. “First you’re going to count to ten and then I’m gonna fuck you hard. Because that’s what you want. That’s what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then you better start counting,” he repeated.

“One, two, three–”

“Slower.” Another smack–more of a pat this time–and you squeaked.

“Four. Five–”

“Don’t forget to breathe.” He ran his hands down the arch of your back, exploring the curves of your body slowly, attentively.

“Six…seven…”

“God you look so fuckable right now.”

“Eight…”

“Absolutely gorgeous.” He walked his hands up the bed, his cock pressing a little harder against your opening as he leaned over you. You could feel your pulse beating in your groin. You bit your lip, resisting the temptation to press back against him.

“Nine–” As you peered under your arm you could see he had dropped the silver-eyed hood onto the pillow beside you. You felt his lips against your shoulder, placing soft kisses on your neck.

His tongue lapped the salty sweat across your shoulder girdle. You moaned again, luxuriating in the feeling. He buried his face in the crook of your neck–sucking, biting, kissing–sure to leave a mark, but you were not concerned with that now.

“That’s my baby girl,” he whispered, close to your ear.

On your “ten” he thrust into you all at once. You cried out at the sharp pleasure-pain of being filled hard and fast. Each thrust felt impossibly deeper, sending ripples of pleasure and heat through your trembling, pliant body.

With your eyes still pressed closed, you reached behind you, groping for some kind of leverage. Your fingers tangled in short, thick hair that curled around your fingers. Not Spider-Man anymore–if only for a moment–he was just a man, your protector. Yours. And you were his. You wanted him to use you, to mark you. You held him with his mouth against your throat. You felt like your brain had short-circuited, your mouth hung open in a gasp.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded. He moaned against your skin. The sound and the vibration of it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You were close to your climax, so close, you just needed a bit more to push you over the edge. You slid one hand under your body, reaching for your clit.

He grabbed your hand.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisked. “You’re coming with just my cock in you. Don’t care how long it takes–I’ve got all night.”

You didn’t know much about spider-based superpowers, but you didn’t doubt he had it in him. The image that came to mind of Spider-Man pounding into you until daybreak was enough to push you over the edge. As your muscles clenched around him, he came inside you and collapsed onto your back.

The added weight and the sweat of your body proved too much for the impromptu sex swing as you both flopped onto the bed. Spider-Man spent a long moment, with his face pressed against your back, holding you, breathing against you as your own pulse began to slow with the oxytocin flooding your sex-addled brain.

Finally, he stirred, pressing a hand gently over your eyes.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly.

You nodded.

He sat up and climbed out of bed. You stayed on your stomach, obediently keeping your eyes shut. You heard him go out into the bathroom–the rustling of the waste basket, the medicine cabinet opening, water running. He came back out, set something on the nightstand beside you, and crouched down by the bed. He ran his fingers through your hair as you held your pillow to your chest.

“Hey,” he said, barely more than a whisper. “You good?”

You sighed and nodded; feeling still and calm.

“I got you some water. Right here,” he said, taking your hand and placing it on the cool glass resting on the bedside table. “Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Uh-uh,” you hummed, shaking your head.

“Okay,” he agreed, touching your arm. “Just take it slow.”

You heard him rummaging around on the floor, the thunk of the drawer sliding back into your nightstand, and smiled realizing he was cleaning up after himself.

He leaned over, kissing your temple. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You sighed softly, deciding to peek through heavy-lidded eyes just in time to watch him pull on the mask and slip out the window, carefully closing it behind him, becoming Spider-Man once again.

You laid in bed, spending a few moments in complete stillness, before beginning to re-introduce small movements. You wiggled your fingers and toes, turned your head from side to side, stretched your arms and legs. Finally, you found the strength to press yourself up to a seat.

You took a few sips of water from the glass beside the bed. You scanned your body–sore, but not injured–you placed your feet on the floor experimentally and pushed yourself up to standing. A bit wobbly, but you’d had worse. You did your best to straighten the twisted, stretched out jersey fabric of your nightgown, slipping the straps back up your arms.

You put on your robe and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and splash some water on your face. You really wanted a shower, but thought you’d better wait until you were more confident that your legs would hold you. In the mirror you saw a purple bruise already blooming at the crook of your neck–ah, well–this was why God made concealer.

As you came out of the bathroom, you noticed a familiar figure crouched on the stairs of the fire escape zig-zagging down the side of the building. You went to the window and opened it to lean out to the alley.

“Peter, are you okay?”

“All good,” he called back, pulling the mask off over his head. “Just catching my breath.”

“Do you want to come inside?”

He shook his head. “I think I need a minute to cool off.”

You could see his face was flushed, he was breathing heavily.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

Peter nodded and you took a seat on the windowsill, propping one foot up on the frame.

“That was crazy, right?” he said, sliding down the steps to land beside you.

“That was,” you sighed heavily. “Fan-fucking-tastic. I can’t feel my legs.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, looking sheepish and unsure. “I mean, not more than you wanted.”

“You were amazing,” you said, laying a hand on his arm.

“Okay,” he sighed. “I was worried–you screamed really loud.”

“I was excited,” you laughed.

“I thought we were gonna wake your neighbors,” Peter teased. “They’d call the cops and I was going to have to explain to the 81st precinct that my girlfriend has a thing for Spider-Man so I dressed up like this to show her a good time.”

Peter took a seat on the landing and you swung your other leg over the windowsill. He held your hands as you settled yourself down between his legs. He wrapped his arms around you as you both gazed out across the skyline.

“I’m made of pretty tough stuff,” you assured him. “But I would have safeworded if I needed to.”

“Okay, good,” he squeezed you a little tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I just wanted to be sure.”

“Thank you for doing this,” you leaned back against him, craning your neck to meet his gaze. “I had so much fun. The whole spooky stalker thing was a really nice touch.”

“You liked that?” he laughed. “Could you tell I almost lost it when you were like ‘What are you doing in my bedroom?’” You laughed at his imitation. “I was like ‘Oh, shit. How am I gonna play this?��”

“No, I loved it. You did so good,” you said, squeezing his arm encouragingly.

“I thought you were gonna slap me,” he laughed.

“I thought about it,” you said, pantomiming the gesture. “But you said you wouldn’t be into it if I fought back. So I had to reign it in.”

“Good,” he laughed. “Because I would have jumped right back out the window.”

“Well that would have been tragic,” you said. “I know this was pretty far out of your comfort zone, but I hope you managed to enjoy yourself at least a little bit.”

“Well that was probably the best blowjob ever,” he said. “I was pretty disappointed to have to cut that short, but–hey–I actually got you to come with just my dick, so I can check that off my bucket list.”

You laughed.

“I do have one question though,” you said, tugging at the seams of his suit. “This is like a jumpsuit, right. How’d you get your dick out without taking the whole thing off?”

“Oh, sometimes I have long nights staking out a bad guy’s lair,” he explained. “And you gotta stay hydrated, right? Otherwise your legs start cramping, but you can’t take off the suit to go to the bathroom…pee flap. Boom. Problem solved.”

“A pee flap?” you repeated, incredulous. “Aren’t you worried about your dick flying out while you’re swinging around fighting crime?”

“Well, no, cause I added a snap.”

“You added a snap? What are you, Martha Stewart?”

“Were you or were you not the one who wanted to fuck in the suit? Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to know the answer.”

“Yes, baby,” you laughed and ran a hand down his thigh. “You know how much I love having your massive cock inside me. You make me feel so good. You take such good care of me.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Peter said. “Just don’t ask me for another round because I am exhausted.”

“I know,” you said. “But it’ll be your turn to pick the next date night.”

You turned to look back at him, meeting his soft gaze with a mischievous grin.

“You know I know what you’re going to say, right?”

He pouted. “Girl on top?”

“I know you so well,” you teased.

“I’m sorry I prefer more vanilla sex, okay,” he laughed. “I fight crime. My back hurts. Sometimes I just want to lay there and occasionally squish a boob. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

You leaned back into him. “I didn’t mean that,” you said. “I love having vanilla sex with you. I love being your girl on top. I would do lights-off missionary for the rest of my life if it meant I could do it with you.”

Peter rested his chin on your shoulder and sighed heavily.

“You know,” you said. “Even I had concerns how things would work out doggy style, but I was so turned on by that point my cervix basically ascended through the roof of my mouth.”

“Well,” Peter cleared his throat. “I aim to please.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” you asked. “Take a nice, hot shower? We can snuggle if you want, or I could give you a little back rub.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agreed. “But just a back rub, okay?”

“You got it.” You smiled, stepping back through the open window. “C’mon.”

Back inside, you could hear Tilly yowling and scratching at the door to be let in. You opened the door for her and she ran to Peter, rubbing against his legs meowing and chirping happily.

“I swear, you’re the only one she’s like this with,” you said.

“Hey, Tilly,” he said, picking her up and hoisting her over his shoulder. “I’m sorry I had to lock you out. You know you can’t be in the bedroom during sexy time. You get too excited and attack my balls.”

“That happened one time,” you laughed.

“Once was enough,” Peter glared at you, setting Tilly down on the bed.

“At least you know if I bring another man in here, she’s going to bite their balls.”

You picked up the photo on your nightstand–the two of you at the High Line posing in front of a mural. You were smiling at the camera Peter was holding in his outstretched hand, but he was gazing back at you, pulling a face to make you laugh. You replaced the frame in its designated spot at your desk.

“Hey, you know I didn’t mean any of that shit I said to you, right?” he said.

“No, I know,” you assured him. “And you know I don’t actually want a masked vigilante to break into my apartment and fuck me without enthusiastic consent, right?”

“Of course,” Peter nodded.

“It’s just fun to pretend things are dangerous when you know it’s really safe,” you said. “Like a roller coaster or a haunted house. I always feel safe with you.”

#spider-man fic #spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #oneshot #tasm!peter x reader #mcu spiderman X reader #tasm #mcu spiderman #andrew garfield #tom holland #tobey maguire

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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If you still have drabble spots left, I'd love to see the prompt about driving people to appointments (I think it's 6). I just think it would be so precious!! Thanks in advance!!!

Awww, thank you @lovely-lady-of-fandoms for the magnificent prompt! I hope you enjoy the drabble 🥰

Captain 6 of 7: The Driving Captain

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"We've been driving around for hours, Bucky. Do you really know where this person is?" asked Sam, watching them pass by the same building that supposedly this Captain frequented.

Sam and Bucky were driving around Charlotte, North Carolina because they had heard a rumor that there was a Captain America there driving people around. Helping people get to the grocery store, to appointments. Driving around in some Cap Van.

Speaking of a Cap Van -

"Wait - I think I see it," said Sam, pointing the van.

It was a very well-done spray paint job, really. There was a retro-edge to it that made the art look like it came right from one of those 40s comics except it was Sam.

"Oh, I see it," said Bucky, pulling into the parking lot, parking the rental car as he watched the van stop into the drop-off zone.

Sam and Bucky walked away from their rental car as they saw a young person dressed in something Sam could only describe as streetwear Cap attire step out of the van and help a few old women out.

Sam smiled as he watched this Captain America walk the old women up to the front door, opening the door for the old women as they waved goodbye to the ladies.

"I'll be right outside once your appointments are finished," called this Captain America.

They turned, walking towards their van, but froze. Saw Sam and Bucky leaning on the Cap Van.

"Holy shit. Captain America and the White Wolf," said this Captain America, "Oh shit. Wait. Am I in trouble? I swear, it's just you help people all the time, and I thought - I don't know. I just got my license. Maybe I can help people too."

"You're not in trouble. You're providing a wonderful service," said Sam.

"I don't know. Some people don't have transportation. Public transportation doesn't always get people where they need to go and can be grueling or take too long. If I can do something to make someone's life easier? Why wouldn't I, you know?" said this Captain America, smiling proudly at their van, "So, I painted the cheapest van I could buy and got to work."

"Is there anything I could do to help with this?" asked Sam, wondering what would really help.

This was just one person. Doing this one small thing. An important thing, but it didn't look like the kid wanted to expand or anything.

This Captain America shrugged again.

"Maybe help with gas? Gas isn't cheap," said this Captain America, mulling their answer over, "Maybe some help with food and drinks too. I'd like to offer more variety, you know?"

Bucky nodded.

"Can do," said Bucky.

"But, seriously, is this really okay?" asked this Captain America, "I - I know I should have asked permission. Not a lot of people even know I do this, but it was wrong not to ask."

"Hey, no. I'm proud that someone who decided to help those who need transportation is using my name," said Sam, "And I'd love to go on one of your drives at some point if that's okay."

"Would that - I'd love that. Please do!" said this Captain America beaming, "You're my hero. Of course I'd love that."

Sam looked at the van. Looked at what this teen did with so little.

"No," said Sam, "I think you're my hero."

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This series is being made to celebrate the anniversary of TFATWS. It’s loosely inspired by The United States of Captain America miniseries. Click here to see the upcoming prompts I’ll be doing!

#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky drabble #tfatws anniversary event #week of seven captains #captain six #giving rides to the grocery store or hospital appointments to those without transportation #my drabbles

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aglayada · 2 years

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Philipp Plein - Fall 2022 - Menswear

Literally had to force myself to choose two outfits that i AT LEAST kinda liked from him.

Look, I don’t know much about this designer. All I can say is that his name sounds like the satirical version of Calvin Klein.

His streetwear is fine, I guess if I saw someone on the street dressed like this i’d think they’re cool, but would I spend money on this ???? or even buy second hand ???? not really

At least he has his own molly pill lol so who am I to judge

#philipp plein #fall 2022 #f22 #menswear #mensfashion #menstyle #mensstreetstyle #fashion is art #sewing #fashion school #fashion inspo #fashionblr #fashionblogstyle #fashionblogger #mens fashion 2022

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japanesestreetwears · 2 years

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The New Wave Of Japanese Streetwear Brands

JAPANESE STREETWEAR

Japanese streetwear is a type of street fashion that originated from Japan. It's basically urban clothing that originates from Japan and its style is influenced by the Harajuku style.

Japanese Streetwear- A Brief History and Guide

Streetwear in Japan has a much more strategic and fashionable approach than its American counterpart. In America, streetwear is typically associated with skateboards, baggy jeans and graphic t-shirts. In Japan, streetwear is about quality over quantity.

The streetwear style in Japan emerged in the 1980s when brands such as A Bathing Ape, Undercover and Neighborhood were founded. These brands have since grown to become some of the most iconic Japanese clothing brands of all time.

While the styles have remained relatively unchanged since the late 1980s, there are now many more Japanese streetwear brands on the market that specialize in different areas, including sneakers (Visvim), luxury (Sacai) and even motorcycle wear (Spidi). Based on the information we shared in this article, There's nothing like this fashion store https://japanesepants.com/

Japanese streetwear has been around for over 20 years.

Japanese streetwear has been around for over 20 years, but it has only recently started to make a splash in the fashion scene. The Harajuku style of fashion was originally a blend of gothic lolita, cosplay, and other out of the ordinary styles. Now the trend that is on its way into mainstream Western culture is a more refined version of its original self.

While it might not be as extreme as before, Japanese streetwear can still be quite loud and unique. If you aren't sure whether you have what it takes to pull off this look, here are some tips to help you get your feet wet!

Beginning with the Harajuku style, Japanese streetwear emerged in the United States in the late 1990s and early 2000s.

Beginnings: Beginning with the Harajuku style, Japanese streetwear emerged in the United States in the late 1990s and early 2000s. The Harajuku subculture was made popular by Gwen Stefani and her song “Harajuku Girls” which references the funky and eclectic fashion forward area of Tokyo, Japan. Gwen Stefani was heavily influenced by this area of Japan and wanted to bring what she saw back to America. The Harajuku subculture is still around today with many bright colors, prints, and layered clothing styles.

The Harajuku style of fashion was originally a blend of gothic lolita, cosplay, and other out of the ordinary styles.

A brief history of Japanese streetwear

The Harajuku style of fashion was originally a blend of gothic lolita, cosplay, and other out of the ordinary styles. Before this, most Japanese people dressed in either traditional garb or Western clothing. This trend became popular in the Harajuku district of Tokyo. Today, it has evolved to include many different varieties of fashion including streetwear styles.

Streetwear today

Japanese streetwear today is known for its high quality materials and attention to detail. It also has an emphasis on individual style instead of mass production like western brands often do. The main focus is on comfort with design being secondary to this end goal - something I appreciate as someone who lives just outside New York City and walks everywhere!

It was named for the Harajuku district in Tokyo, Japan where these styles began to gain recognition and popularity in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Harajuku fashion is named for the Harajuku district in Tokyo, Japan where these styles began to gain recognition and popularity in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

The Harajuku subculture has since evolved to include many different varieties of fashion, including streetwear styles.

Streetwear has its origins in the Harajuku district of Tokyo, Japan. In the 1960s, it became an area known for its fashion subcultures. The Harajuku subculture has since evolved to include many different varieties of fashion, including streetwear styles. One such style is Lolita fashion.

Lolita fashion is a subculture that began in Tokyo and features a variety of streetwear-influenced looks for women. The clothes are influenced by Victorian and Rococo styles mixed with current trends in streetwear.

Japanese streetwear is urban clothing that originated in Japan.

A typical definition of Japanese streetwear is urban clothing that originated in Japan.

History:The history of this style can be traced to skateboard culture, as well as hip hop and punk subcultures that started in the late 1970s. These styles were then fused into a new genre of street fashion, which has become very popular in Asian countries such as China and Korea as well. Its influence on pop culture has also spread around the world, thanks to celebrities rocking it on the red carpet and even major magazines featuring articles about it.

Popularity:Japanese streetwear has exploded in popularity over the last few years. It's now one of the most common types of clothing worn by young people across Asia, especially men aged 15-25 who have an interest in fashion or are looking for something unique to wear when going out with friends or attending parties at nightclubs on weekends.

Purpose:The purpose for this trend is to create an individualized look that expresses who you are as a person. For some people, it might mean wearing all black from head-to-toe with strategically placed bright colors (like neon green shoes); while others may choose more neutral tones like white and beige paired together in different combinations each day based off what they feel like wearing that particular morning

Benefits:Some benefits include being able to express yourself through your clothes without having a strict uniform imposed upon you at work or school; using patterns like stripes or polka dots instead of solid colors because they're more visually appealing; having fun experimenting with different looks until finding one that fits just right while still being comfortable enough so there aren't any distractions during class/lectures (or office hours).

Problems:One problem with this trend is its lack of diversity - not everyone wants to dress up all fancy every day nor do they have time for it! Another drawback for those who own their own business would be cost because making sure employees adhere to strict guidelines takes both time and money away from

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Haikyuu as Idols w/ reader as their manager

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[1k special]

a/n: to celebrate 1k here’s something i wanted to write for awhile, since pretty much all of the haikyuu va’s sing. i hope yall enjoy! thank you all so much for 1k followers. I appreciate the love and support, y’all too sweet and i really did not expect it all 🥺

warnings: suggestive, cursing

Kageyama

The cool, stoic member everyone biases

Is known to have a soft side that makes eveeeeryone go heart eyes 🥺

If you look up his name on youtube there is probs a good handful of compilations titled “Kags being a huge tsun for 6 minutes”

One of the lead vocals, has a very nice baritone voice and occasionally posts covers of his favorite songs.

As your manager, he appreciates and treasures you a lot, though he does not show it often

He’s just shyyy he’s trying

Even crushes on you ooooo

And he won’t give any hints other than small gestures; lingering touches, being the only one he’ll speak too in the room, leaving you your favorite snacks and drinks on your desk, etc.

He would definitely be afraid to involve you and him in a scandal tho, precious bb is just worried

Tsukishima

aaaa another stoic member, just not as popular as his fellow members

But i can see him having stans that are HARDCORE like it’s tsuki or die no in between. they are a cult.

Back-up/sub vocalist but the man can DANCE he always denies it in interviews though smh

At fan meets, fans will give him dinosaur plushies. he would always blush and get all flustered while mumbling a thanks cutest shit ever

Like Kageyama, he is secretly envious of you, though he is waaay better at hiding it. to the point you feel like he isn’t even interested lol

But then there is the whole “teasing = flirting” which definitely applies here

A part of me feels like he is known to have painted black nails, like it’s his signature

you paint his nails for him

It’s so cute, omg imagine sneaking into his dressing room just to blast music and painting his verrry nice nails (tsuki has attractive hands dont @ me)

But never catch this boy in a scandal, never caught lackin

Nishinoya

BALL OF ENERRRGY

He hypes up the group, the concerts, everything, 100%

Main dancer and back-up/sub rapper

He is known for being a super good dancer and fans always dieeee when he does his dance solos

Noya tends to stand out a lot in shows, concerts or so. Intros would go something like: “Hi I’m Daichi! Hello I am Kageyama. HAAAIII I AM NOYAAAAAAH”

His fashion sense is mwah chef’s kiss. He owns airport fashion. The best street wear around and he rocks his baggy fits to stylish red carpets.

(you’re his stylist ofc high-five you oooo)

Speaking of you, he also is super thankful to you and shows it often it’s so wholesome and cute.

Times where he would flirt, it would be funny attempts that normally end with you giggling at his flushed demeanor after messing up his pick-up lines.

Overall, I can just see you’re more his mom than his manager.

“(y/n)-cchi what’s on my schedule for the rest of the day?” “shower, eat dinner then practice dance”

Daichi

Super warm and welcoming member,, he’s a safe haven

Y’all saw this coming; the leader of the group

Starts with the perfect intros ALL THE TIME. In interviews, tv shows, concerts, etc.

Lead rapper, he spits some bars ngl

And y’all saw this coming again, he’s the dad of the group.

Like if the members are bein wild children he’s always there yelling and trying to calm everybody down haha

When it comes to you, he definitely shows his gratitude outwardly to you.

He’d probably mention you and how grateful him and his fellow members are for you occasionally on radios and shows.

You always get super flustered when you confront him about it and he just chuckles and head pats you.

If he were to initiate a relationship with you, he would ask his fans to understand his feelings for you :,) and he would protect and comfort you from any possible backlash bcs he loves you hehe

Sugawara

The sweetheart of the group.

Absolutely UNDERRATED.

Back-up/sub vocals but has the preeeettiest tenor voice ever.

Like could sing you to sleep.

He has his own soundcloud where he uploads his own covers and he sings like Justin Bieber songs, some Bruno Mars, just any romance songs.

Twitter is HIS platform he would post small snippets of him singing and some effortlessly beautiful selcas.

Being his manager, he is super duper sweet towards you. Kinda like Daichi but he is way more flirty.

Can be super sly with his compliments. And lowkey a huuuge tease he will leave you all flustered and all he’ll do is bat his eyelashes innocently smhh

Suga will do all this but since he’s super sneaky abt it, no one will notice so he won’t get caught in that scandal ykk

But, I can see him disguising himself in some silly sunglasses and a hat when going on secret dates with you.

And you’ll giggle while trying to pull the frames off his pretty face and he’ll whine and playfully snatch at your wrists awwwh

Kuroo

Very very popular among his fans.

Once again we got another leader here.

He is for sure the main dancer and is a back-up/sub vocalist but he probably raps a few verses in a couple of select songs.

His signature is giving cheesy pep talks that hype up the group before performances.

It’s pretty cool but once you hear his words it’s cliche and you can’t help but giggle every time you witness it.

Speaking of you, he has a huge thing for yah

Like he probably makes it painfully obvious, but only in front of the members and staff. No fans nor paparazzi, he has a reputation to uphold of course.

But that doesn’t stop secret make-out sessions in his dressing room.

Sometimes he’ll just pull you in, pin you against the door and just stare into your eyes with so much passion before sealing your lips with his.

When eating with the group, he’ll casually wrap an arm over your shoulder while teasing you playfully in front of everyone.

Other times he’ll rest his hand on your thigh underneath the table wink wink.

Kenma

Shy small boi of the group

**Most presume him to be shy at first but he will actually roast tf out of his fellow members. Yk those ICONIC moments.

Main rapper, Kenma’s got bars and he can lowkey ruin someone’s career with a single diss track 😳 (he can sing too, has a pretty voice but denies it so he avoids singing most of the time).

MMM his fashion sense as well YES. Like have you seen those fanarts of Kenma rocking streetwear, yeah he would wear exactly that at the airport or somethin.

Ofc a huge gamer, he will most likely be seen on his switch backstage, during breaks, on the plane, during vlogs, etc.

Being his manager, Kenma finds you very endearing and he’s always blushing and nervous around you.

He hides his face behind his switch when he asks something from you awwwh

He won’t mention you in interviews but when he is asked he will just be like “yeah.. i guess she’s pretty cool” with a light pink dusting his cheeks.

Kenma probably wouldn’t have the courage to initiate a relationship in fear of ruining a lot of things. But if it were to happen y’all are super lowkey and good at hiding it.

Yet overall, very wholesome. If a member were to walk into his dressing room unannounced they would see the sight of Kenma laying his head in your lap and playing his games while you play with his hair.

It’s super cute until Kenma throws some inanimate object at the poor fellow :,(

Oikawa

OH the most fitting character as an idol and for sure the most famous out of everyone.

Main vocalist hands down (ponyo ponyooo-)

Oikawa is always and I mean always bombarded with the press and fangirls anywhere he goes.

It seems like the only time he has alone time is when he’s in his dressing room with the doors locked and he only allows you inside.

You two naturally got closer, you were the least annoying thing in his life so he felt comfortable around you and he found it fun to tease you every now and then.

One thing led to another and uhhhh

Definitely some dressing room sex involved with Tooru

You always scold Oikawa for giving you hickeys in very noticeable spots on purpose and he just waves it off while sticking his tongue at yah.

After awhile you probably have sleepovers with him because you both enjoy each others presence so much.

His schedule is always jammed pack so you tend to have to overwork in order to keep up and make sure everything runs smoothly.

So late at night when you’re organizing events for the next month after doing plentiful work, Oikawa will come up from behind and scoop you up in his arms carrying you to bed. He’ll cuddle you to sleep while whispering how you’re the best manager in the world.

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a/n: kinda popped off for kenma bcs i haven’t wrote him in so long and i missed him hehe. same for oikawa too i just had a really cute scenario in mind. anyways, hope y’all enjoyed and once again thank you so much for 1k i love you all!

masterlist

#oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kenma kozume x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa x reader #kuroo testuro #kageyama tobio

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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LOSING MY MIND OVER YOUR MUNCH POST 😩 i’m so happy you had a great time!! i’ve always wanted to go to one too but with a friend, and sadly i have no kinky friends irl 😔 but, on the off chance i do end up going to one someday: any tips / things to know beforehand?? 👀

also, the description of the organizer’s boy & his daddy was so cute pls 🥺 and fanfiction writers 100% have a radar for each other, especially if it’s smut - 🐶

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Good lmao! I did have a good time, yeah. Well, you still have a lot of time to meet kinky friends, pup! And if you go to a munch, even if you're alone, is a good place to meet kinky people. Just tell a friend that you're going to a social thing™️ and inform them of what time you'll be back (as you should do whenever you go somewhere by yourself, or as my Country™️ roots tell me because you never know where there's a wild animal and/or a feral person wandering).

If you do end up going to one, I would recommend following the dress code the organizer has for it to the best of your ability. Meaning if you can (not everyone has gear or can buy gear, that's totally fine) SLASH if you're comfortable following the code, do it! Because as far as I know, it's not like someone is not gonna let you in. It's more like there's at least one thing to start a conversation around and you feel more like part of the group, so it's easier to talk and participate. The previous in-person munch I went to (in the before times) came with the tag line- dress to take one thing off. For which, I saw a people come in a dress/pantsuit/trench coat type things that once they took it off... all they had was their underwear/harnesses on underneath. But, there were also people who came in slightly kink-or-fetish-style-flavored streetwear that only took off their jackets. (It was spring/summer time then, so I, personally, came planning to take my shirt off.) And that's the other thing-!

If you go, talk to people. You don't have to participate (whether they're playing with equipment or gear or whether people are having sex/sceneing) and you don't have to talk to everyone but... talk to people. Engage and be apart of the community. I promise no one will be annoyed with someone just trying to find community (and if they are- well, they're an asshole and they don't count.)

Also, a reminder that if you go, be comfortable saying no. Kinky people usually are EXCELLENT at not trumping peoples boundaries or limits, however, it is difficult to know what not to do if you aren't clear. If someone comes up to you to ask you if you want to play and you don't, or if they ask if you wanna try, like, a bondage bench and you don't want to- say so. No one is gonna force you or snap at you for saying no. They might be sheepish afterwards but its okay. Munches are incredibly safe spaces from my experience and what I've heard.

Haha right?! I love pairings like that, where, yes, during sexy times their power dynamic is One Way but then outside those times its the Exact Other Way. It always makes me laugh. Ha! Gaydar- their needs to be a word like gaydar but for smut writers 🤣

#asks #🐶 anon

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hey! i saw your event and you reached to 500! i would like to say congratulations on your milestone! may i please request a match up?

personality: i am an ambivert. i get very quiet for the first impressions because i adapt to new social lives and environment. it takes time for to get comfortable and when i am at that stage, i am more of a funny, energetic, and quirky person. i too am a kind person. there are times when i can be a cold and distant person due to how people carry on about themselves (ex: when people are rude for no reason like it’s how they are. then, like the next time we meet, they’re nice like nothing happened). i do have some of the traits of a tomboy like the energy and how aggressive i can be (not in a bad way). it also includes on how i dress (i swear that i am NOT no pick-me-girl which i do NOT bring and tear women down to make an impression for someone to get with, mainly guys. i support women’s rights (along with hyping women up) and other rights). i do get emasculated as well about the tomboyish traits and all. i have gotten all of comments which are judgements from others about me but i just don’t mind because everyone is entitled to their opinions.

age: 18

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

height: 5’9/174 cm

zodiac: virgo

top 3 zodiac placements: virgo sun, capricorn moon, sagittarius rising

mbti: istj

likes: skincare, movie and tv show nights, going to sport games, positive vibes, fashion (hypebeast, streetwear, dark and light academia)

dislikes: fake people, homophobia, discrimination, ignorant people, arrogant people, snotty people, peer pressure

hobbies: photography (nature, portrait, and cityscape), listening to music (pop, kpop, rnb, lofi, and throwbacks), and coding

interests: skateboarding, snowboarding, and serve in military

gender preference: male

what do i look for in a someone?: the person has to be loyal, down-to-earth, trustworthy and respectful. someone that can match my vibe and energy (calm and goofy). they need to not care what society says about us whether we’re just together, doing crazy things, etc. i do look for someone that is protective and understanding.

a/n: hello! tysm! i’ve got to say i really like your bio. “chase less attract more” yeah i fw that so hard. enjoy @happythrivin :D

DIAMOND NO ACE

kuramochi youichi

kuramochi is perfect! istj’s seem to be very independent and logical, so kuramochi’s affectionate side balances perfectly with it :) he knew he loved you when he saw you for the first time, quiet and timid, but loved you even more when you were able to be comfortable around him with your quirky and goofy side— he loves it! he loves how confident you are and doesn’t care what other people think, like yeah, that’s his girl. EXPECT MOVE NIGHTS. he loves having movie marathons with you and it usually comes with a bunch of snacks, drinks, and kicking out his roommates out :D you’d take your sit in between his legs on the ground, back against his chest while both of your attention is on the screen. it ranges from children’s movies to horror movies. it is never a dull moment with him. kuramochi would definitely shit talk with you about all the snobby people in the world because he hates them as well. whoever you hate, he hates, and it’s a pact. he believes it’s you and him vs. the world, nothing else. although.. it’s more of you vs. the world when it comes to coding (he is not good at it at all). he gets really emotional when you take your leave to the military, so he makes you a playlist to remind you how much he loves you hehe. kuramochi would 100% match any vibe you emit; it’s as if he’s another you! he is very protective of you and makes sure that you’re not in any danger (unless you’re serving ofc) and he’s eager to get updates about your health and whereabouts. he is so respectful to you and patient and you could literally put your heart in your hands and give it to him— because that’s how much he cherishes you.

KUROKO NO BASKET

takao kazunari

king of positive vibes, no questions asked. takao does not give a fuck about what anyone thinks— i mean he’s best friends with a four-eyes who wholeheartedly places his future on a tv horoscope show. he has no reason to care what others think. and thats what he loves about you. you guys go on crazy adventures and sometimes go through all sorts of trouble for the fun of it— because making memories is better than abiding by the rules. he teases you when you’re quiet around him at first, but literally falls in love all over again when you show your goofy side. like kuramochi: whoever you hate, he hates. whoever you give the cold shoulder to, he will do the same. because it’s you and him against the world, sometimes midorima tagging along. takao asks you to do skincare on him because he sees how nicely you take care of your skin, so skincare nights are common. then he’ll boast to the team the next day about how nice and smooth his skin is, thanks to the best girlfriend in the world. you enjoy watching his basketball games and he loves seeing you among the crowd. he’ll often point at you and wink and you’d laugh it off, sticking your tongue out at him. you take a lot of pictures of him on the court too because damn, he is so mf cool when he’s using his hawk-eye. when you show it to him, he asks you to send it to him and he’ll post it. he asks for music recommendations from you often because he likes your taste in music. when you go for the military, he’ll literally cry in front of you but hype you up because “you’re the strongest and i believe in you.” he sends you selfies everyday and calls you and will write in a diary of his days, hoping you’d do the same. takao is seriously one of the most caring guys out there and will protect you with his life. he walks you home, to class, literally he is attached to you by the hip. he will never do anything to disrespect you and remember— he doesn’t give a fuck about what others think. you wanna have a chugging contest of different flavour sodas? okay, so be it.

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

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“The label is not in the business of reissuing the founder’s designs but iterating on them—from a distance. It’s been 16 years since Lang left the company, so what’s familiar now could be Old Lang or After Lang. It really depends on who is looking. “I think someone who’s 25 maybe doesn’t know Helmut Lang from back in the day, but they like [the brand],” observed one of the team members. “Why? I think it’s because Helmut Lang always designed things you could live your life in, like five-pocket jeans. We’re not following this other path a lot of fashion brands are going down, which is hype and fast and crazy. We’re giving you really accessible things that can always evolve every season, that you wear every day, but there’s something special to it. You can wear something Helmut from 1995 today; it will still look amazing. I think that was the magic that he had.”

Helmut is known for having redefined the 90´s fashion scene with his minimalist designs. He was the head of a movement that represented a generation of young artists in their mature phase, dressing them up with monochromatic garments while adding some fine technical touches with most of his pieces made out of common materials.

In this post we focus on his iconic ballistic vest, which was released within the SS 98 Collection. What made this piece stand out once it was presented is the fact that it is a technical garment which comes from a diametrically opposed world to fashion. Helmut transformed it, creating a subtle and elegant piece. The range of colors chosen for the vest is very sober, which has helped to build up the timeless image that characterizes this piece. Among them, we find black, olive green, white, white/navy, black/navy and navy/white. In the FW 98 Collection the vest also appears in an off-white version as well as in a silk grey finish.

“Quintessential minimalism” springs to mind when thinking of Helmut Lang, the namesake label of Austrian designer Helmut Lang. He is arguably one of the most influential designers of the last three decades (although Lang himself retired from fashion in 2005 to fully focus on his art career,) and his legacy still resonates across runways today. The iconic designer pioneered minimalism in the ’90s with his sharp-cut tailoring and androgynous, utilitarian pieces adorned with bondage straps and harnesses.

He introduced streetwear to high-fashion, invented the designer jean, modeled garments on bullet proof vests and was a trailblazer experimenting with technical fabrics, fabricating the military bomber jacket. He was also one of the first designers to show co-ed shows, and he broke new ground in 1998 as the first designer in history to stream a runway show online.

Lang created a new design language, changing the idea of what luxury is, and his oeuvre is still shaping fashion to date – inspiring everyone from Calvin Klein to Raf Simons and Kanye West, along with a string of streetwear brands.

Helmut Lang was born in Austria in 1956, and began designing in his hometown Vienna in 1977 despite lacking formal training. He first showed in Paris in 1986, which is also when he founded his label.

He later teamed up with the now legendary British stylist Melanie Ward (who had discovered and put a teenage Kate Moss on the cover of The Face in 1990), and she became his creative director and muse for 13 years, proving instrumental in ushering in the golden era of minimalism. They relocated to New York in 1997, and the already influential mover and shaker Lang decided to show ahead of the New York season, with other designers following suit, and because of this to this day New York designers show first.

Between 1990 – 1999 jeans, underwear, footwear/accessories along with perfumes were added to the brand, and Lang was the first in the fashion industry to place ads, as well as in National Geographic.

Then in 1999 Prada bought 51% of Helmut Lang, at a time when the company was doing about $100 million in revenue. But by 2004, that total had plunged to about $30 million, which – according to the New York Times – was a result of Prada cutting back on the profitable denim line. Lang left his own label in 2005, and Prada sold the company the following year to the Japanese Link Theory holdings.

Helmut Lang the label was in decline and saw several designers at the helm since Lang’s departure. The turning point came in 2017, when the label announced a relaunch to return to its former glory. Reverting back to the original logo along with a black and white campaign shot by Ethan James Green and a shiny new digital identity, the relaunch was spearheaded by Dazed and Confused’s editor-in-chief Isabella Burley. She was appointed as the first ever editor-in-residence, to oversee all creative aspects of the brand and tap individual designers for solo collections. The label also announced the “Helmut Lang Re-Edition” – authentic reproductions of some of the brand’s staple pieces – and fashion critics and fans all over the world rejoiced.

Shayne Oliver was the first one out debuting in September at New York Fashion Week that year with a diverse cast of underground models sporting gender-fluid silhouettes with bondage influences. He was followed by Mark Thomas (creative director of menswear and womenswear) and Thomas Cawson (creative director of Helmut Lang jeans) for two seasons, and together they have provided a contemporary take on the classic, minimalistic Helmut Lang-style from the ‘90s. Casting the likes of Kanye West and Solange Knowles for the Exactitudes campaign and tapping Travis Scott for a capsule collection has no doubt helped the label to reclaim its position at the forefront of fashion.

Precise, intriguing and quietly subversive, Helmut Lang's original output (1986-2005) is recognised as one of contemporary fashion's defining moments. Striking an extraordinary balance between modern tailoring, vintage militaria, cutting-edge streetwear and avant-garde conceptualism, Lang's influence continues to have a lasting impact among the fashion community today.

THEORY

Founded on the principle that a piece of clothing can—and should—be both comfortable and alluring, Theory creates styles lauded for impeccable fit with a modern point of view. Emphasizing superb craftsmanship, the brand's classic silhouettes are refined by current trends and interesting fabrics, resulting in pieces that wear well and remain relevant season after season.

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hiii, may i request ships from treasure, nct ot23, and enhypen?

i’m 5’1 with dark brown eyes and black wavy hair. i have light tan skin and a petite curvy body type. im filipino, i’m an ‘01, an aries, and an ESFP-A. i love going out with friends family or on my own. i love to shop, party, clubbing, go to amusement parks, movies, camping, getting food or drinks like boba, starbucks, etc. i’m always down for anything and to have fun but i also love staying in the house and just relax like watch movies, sleep, youtube, etc. i’m an independent head strong person, i can be on my own and do things myself but i also love being with others and being taken care of. my love language is quality time :p. i’m really into fashion like new and vintage streetwear like sneakers, baggy clothing, small tops, gold jewelry etc. i lovveee r&b, hiphop, rap, and pop music; i also love hawaiian/reggae, korean(ofc xD), japanese, and disney music! im a whole geek for disney, marvel, harry potter, star wars/trek, sci-fi, action, fantasy, etc. i’m not a picky eater at all, i love food a lot and i’m down to try anything too. i love to smile and laugh (a bit too loud majority of the time). i love to joke around, tease and can be sassy. i’m an outgoing loudish person that doesn’t really care about what others think of me as long as i’m having fun and not hurting anyone or being disrespectful. i can get shy as well like if i’m meeting someone new or in a new place i keep to myself. i’m pretty confident with myself outwardly but i do have insecurities that i’m working on. i’m pretty energetic, easygoing, and positive about life. i’m very open minded and understanding. i’m an observant person as well. i have a rest b**** face so when most people meet me for the first they think i’m mean or intimidating :T. i would say i’m pretty funny and goofy too,, i like to make others laugh and feel comfortable around me. i’m a kind caring loving person but i do have trouble with expressing that side of me but im working on it :///. i love to sing, dance, and draw for fun :D. i’m smart but i am also lazy which is my downfall lol. i’m a natural leader, i find myself taking lead in most group settings. i also love adrenaline rushes like watching scary movies, going to horror halloween parks, roller coasters, and i’m down to try bungee jumping, parasailing, sky diving etc. i can go on but i feel like it’s too much already lol xD. i also have no problem with being shipped with anyone from the maknae lines, anyone you think would be a good match for me is good with me :). thank you in advance xx

Hiii! Thank you so much for requesting!! I really hope you like your ships!! :)

Treasure:

I ship you with...

Hyunsuk

You both are into fashion☺️

You guys go on dates to vintage stores and places like goodwill and then go home and make them into cool new pieces😇

You guys definitely play around in his studio just laughing and singing to random music😋

You guys are both very positive and outgoing😊

You both hype each other up and always support each other🥰

You guys are rarely staying in for dates😄

You go out to eat a lot🙂

He always chickens out when he says he will go on a roller coaster with you😅

Protect him when you guys are watching a horror movie🥲

He likes how you are naturally a leader like him😄

He definitely was a little scared of you because of your resting b face when he first saw you but also thought you were cute cause of your height🤣😇

You guys have Disney nights(the others always end up joining you)🤗

Overall you and Hyunsuk are so adorable🥺

NCT ot23:

I ship you with...

Jungwoo

You guys like to find new restaurants and go eat at them😚

He is scared of horror movies so you will have to do a lot of convincing for him to watch with you😇😆

Extroverts and Introverts go best with each other

He likes taking you to the park and trying to get you to play soccer with him(every time you agree he teases you about how bad you are at it)🥰🤣💀

Every time you guys get into a fight he buys you boba to apologize😂

Whenever you guys go to an amusement park he needs to win one of those fishes so you guys end up spending over half of your money on getting one(he is so happy to be a parent of a fish)🥺🤣

You guys definitely have lots of fun blasting music and singing and dancing😁

Overall you and Jungwoo are a really fun and sweet couple🥰

Enhypen:

I ship you with...

Jake

You both have the same music tastes😁

Extroverts and Introverts go best with each other 🙂

He always holds your hand when going out in public especially in large crowds cause he doesn’t want to lose you🥺

He spoils/treats you a lot

You had a bad day at work? He takes you for a boba trip, you had a argument with a friend? He takes you shopping🤣😆

He hypes you up a lot, he loves your fashion sense and is constantly asking you to dress him☺️

You guys have a lot of fun together😆

On days you don’t feel like going out he loves to cuddle on the couch and watch movies with you🥰

Jake is a little bit of a scaredy-cat so you really have to protect him from all that scary stuff😚

He really likes how positive and a outgoing person you are😁

Overall you and Jake are such a happy and fun couple! 🤗

#kpop ships #treasure #Enhypen #NCT #nct 127 #nct ot23 #ygtreasure #Hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk #jungwoo #jungwoo nct #Jake #sim jake #jake

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“Yo, anyone here?”

Brock closed the door to South London Styling behind him and surveyed the room. He had no idea what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised by the interior. It looked like a good barber, perhaps even towards the higher end. A man in his thirties, dressed in black polo shirt and pants emerged from a back room, and greeted him. “Good Morning. How can I help?” he said in a British accent, which Brock had always thought sounded smart.

Brock pulled out a card from his khakis and handed over. “Well, that’s the thing. I don’t know what you do. It was just my birthday and the frat house gave me this card. Wrapped in like 30 envelopes.” He was reassured by the surroundings. Jake got a gift card for a lap dance from a male escort service. Luke the second got a blow-up sex doll. Luke the first had gotten a hot air balloon ride, but he was afraid of heights. So far this looked like the pretty normal gift, but he was sure there was some twist somewhere. With frat birthdays you should always watch a gift horse in the mouth.

The man looked carefully at the card in his hands. “Ah, the all-inclusive personal styling and outfitting. You really should have called ahead of time to schedule a session.” Brock was intrigued by the contradictions of this barber’s, or whatever he was, hands, holding his gift card. Both arms were heavily tattooed, but on the left wrist was a fancy designer timepiece. “I’m normally over at the campus but had another thing downtown. How long does it take? Do I need to come back?”

The man looked up from the card. “It sort of depends on the wishes of the client, but we usually set aside two hours. I do have an opening right now, with the caveat that the next appointment might arrive at the end of the session, cutting it slightly short.” “Sure, I have time. What is it you do, though? Haircuts?” “We do that too, but we try to be your one-stop for all styling and grooming. As the name suggests we have a more European focus on the style. In particular a look known as Chav.” “Never heard of. Sounds French.” “It is British. Perhaps you have heard the related term Scally?” “Sounds Italian. Nope there too. I love European fashion though. In theory at least. I have a student budget.” “Well, perhaps we can get started and you’ll get a feel for what direction to go. In the all-inclusive package, besides all the grooming, one full outfit is included for you to take home. I’m Alexander by the way.” “Brock”

Brock had no idea what to expect. He didn’t know anything about British fashion trends. Kilts and tweeds would obviously be off the table. Otherwise his only reference was Rob, the exchange student from UK, who always wore too tight pants, sorry trousers. Was that British fashion? He followed the man into the back room.

The room was a surprise. Large and bright, with neutral furniture and muted, light colors. Lots of wardrobe doors along the walls, some furniture to sit on, and a room divider in one corner, presumably acting as a fitting room. “If you like European fashion, let’s start with the European brands”, said Alexander as he went to a wardrobe and pulled out one adidas top after the other, placing them on a rack.

There was a second of confusion for Brock when the contrast between his expectations and the class of the room clashed with the almost jarring display of streetwear. Of course his frat house hadn’t bought him a bespoke suit and tie. He’d expected a twist, then just when he thought this was a real birthday present: twist. But a new set of athletic clothes isn’t cheap, so he decided to engage fully. Let’s go all in with this style and let the house get the laughter they’ve paid for. Perhaps it would even look good on him.

Once past the disappointment, Brock found the whole experience interesting. He hadn’t really thought about the difference in relaxed clothes between different areas. Instead of his normal outfit of jerseys, baller shorts or cargo pants Alexander showed him a range of track tops and “joggers”. Together they placed a black T-shirt, adidas track top, unbranded grey sweats, and a pair of Nike shoes on a couch. As Brock grabbed it all to try it on, Alexander placed two plastic-wrapped bundles on top of the pile. One was a two-pack McKenzie briefs and the other was a 3-pack unbranded white socks.

“You want me to strip naked?” “It’s up to you, but we do offer a complete style.”

It wasn’t until behind the divider, with his khakis and shirt folded into a pile, that he made the decision. It felt weird stripping naked in the same room as another dude, although on the other side of the screen, but he reminded himself that he would use the gift card to the max. Off went his underwear, and he started putting all the new clothes on.

Looking at himself in the mirror it kind of felt different. Sure, it was just clothes, but how often do you replace everything. How often is everything you wear chosen by someone else? He had input on what items to take, but from a selection already decided for him.

“Well mint.” “Mint?” “It looks good on you. Let’s style the rest of you to match.”

They walked back out into the barber part and Brock sat down in one of the chairs. Alexander put a barber’s gown over Brock and started to prepare him for a haircut with a sanex strip around his neck. Brock had a quick thought about his clothes in the other room when Brock spoke again.

“There are a few different styles I would recommend for your look and face shape.” “Just pick whatever you think is best.” “Oh, OK. In that case we have an additional service we can provide while you relax, if you wish. It’s a kind of motivational attitude tape you can listen to. Completely complimentary, and optional, of course.” “Yeah, sure. I’m all in.” “Do you smoke?” “What?” “We have different tapes depending on your preference.” “Yeah, now that it’s legal I light up occasionally.” “Very well. Put these in.”

Alexander opened a small box with some wireless in-ear headphones, put on some disposable rubber covers and handed them to Brock. While Brock fiddled with getting them into place, Alexander brought a cup of tea and a small plate with what looked like a piece of single chewing gum.

“Just drink the tea and then start chewing on the chewing gum, and I’ll get started.” Alexander said, and started tapping on a cellphone. The earpieces started to stream a constant, but not very loud hiss. Brock wasn’t used to tea, but this one was alright. Bitter, sweet, and a hint of lemon. Alexander started to draw a line around his skull with a clipper machine. Was he getting a bowl cut? If that is the price for a new set of clothes, so be it. He was getting really relaxed.

Brock jerked violently as he woke up, looking around confused to establish where he was. His eyes landed on an unfamiliar guy. “Good Morning again. Did you have a nice nap?” said someone standing next to him, and slowly he got his brain in gear. “Oi Alex!”. Brock looked back at the unfamiliar guy in the mirror. If it wasn’t for the face, he saw nothing that would clue him in that it was him in the mirror. A fresh set of clothes and a fresh new haircut that somehow managed to look clean, athletic, trashy and aggressive, all at the same time. He was loving it. “Looking mint, mate!” he said, causing Alex to smile.

“I didn’t want to make any decisions for you while you were relaxing. Would you care for a nick or two in the brow?” “Hot looking, innit. Go for it, mate.” Alex took a small clipper and quickly made two slits in Brock’s left eyebrow with his steady hand. There was a piece of stale chewing gum in Brock’s mouth that bothered him. He felt he needed something, but this gum had given all it could. Discretely he took it out when Alex looked away, and stuck it under one of the chair’s armrests.

“Finally, we do have some time for ear piercings if you want.” “Sounds epic, mate.” While Alex went to pick up the piercing gun, Brock grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the desk in front of him, pulled out a fag, and put it in his mouth. Even though it wasn’t lit, it felt so much better to have something in the mouth. “I have these healing studs that look pretty good.” Alex held out a pair of cut glass studs. “You can switch them out for something fancier once healed in 6 weeks, if you want.” “Those are well nice. Fucking mint, innit.”

As Alex cleaned, pierced and finished with his ears, Brock considered what he saw in the mirror. If any of the wankers at the frat gave attitude he would kick them in the teeth. This was mint as fuck. If only he was allowed to light his fucking fag.

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